Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Papua New Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Erykah Badu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry's Kids,
June of 44,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Schoolly D,
Rod Modell,
The Dead C,
Bootsy Collins,
The Vogues,
Quando Quango,
Isaac Hayes,
Crime,
Index,
The Black Dice,
The Litter,
Ten City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pretty Things,
Pylon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suburban Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marmalade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Trumans Water,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eve St. Jones,
Deadbeat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Das Ding,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonic Youth,
Man Parrish,
This Heat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liliput,
Wolf Eyes,
Freddie Wadling,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Sherman,
The Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Public Enemy,
Wings,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA,
Fugazi,
Brothers Johnson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MC5,
Nico,
Toni Rubio,
Panda Bear,
Nas,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.